A Spring Hour In The Afternoon Poem by ziki chen

A Spring Hour In The Afternoon

Rating: 4.8


I was sitting in the corner at Loudi, Hunan Province

This state lasted for an hour.

I thought of those person whose soul can't land

staring at the empty chair with great desire

Just in front of me by the figure

Quickly returned to my side silently

They were much larger than their exist before

emptying my whole body little by little

I had to look back

seriously searching, rising my head

about the time's diary of old things

Cry words without tears

yellowing in the corner and can not go out

The handle I can't reach

can't open some heavy door

It made me stay at the room without resist

Comforted myself with the so-called narrator

This was a continuous beautiful afternoon in spring

I smelt the breath of life in a burst of flowers

forgot all about it when I fall sleep gradually

I killed a flea on my trousers accidentally

It made my dream a little shiver

I can't just sit

A long hour

stood up and left a seat.

Tuesday, December 26, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: soul
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jazib Kamalvi 07 December 2019

Write comment. Such a beautiful start, Ziki. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks

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Chinedu Dike 26 December 2017

A well articulated piece of poetry nicely penned from the heart. Thanks for sharing Ziki.

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Dr Dillip K Swain 26 December 2017

A fabulous maiden poem published in PH Very nice expression.. liked it...10

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